Mother and Me

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My mother and I were both Hui Muslims. The stubborn religious customs of Muslims may be the root of my mother's tragic marriage. Of course, this understanding comes from my mother's stories. In her tales, my maternal grandparents were largely uneducated and uncultured; their only accomplishments were raising four children, including my mother, and their faith in Allah—though they never read the Quran in its entirety. This belief naturally influenced their children. So, when my mother graduated from a vocational nursing school at 19, she met my father through her grandparents' introduction. He was also Hui and worked as an ordinary worker. My mother became a doctor at the county hospital. They married when she was 20. However, my mother never told me anything about her married life after marrying my father. As a child, I didn't pay attention; but as I grew older, I gradually understood why my mother never wanted to talk about my father. It's said that back then, my father not only drank and gambled but also frequented prostitutes. So, not long after I was born, my mother resigned from the hospital to escape my father and opened a clinic in the provincial capital. My father, surprisingly, ignored her departure until one day, his body was found at a remote intersection frequented only by heavy trucks. By then, his body had been crushed by the trucks, leaving only a thin layer of skin. I was two years old that year. Of course, these events didn't affect my mother much. She simply fulfilled her final duty as a wife, collecting the body and leaving. She had no interest in knowing why my father had become like that. Even my maternal grandparents, who had initially expressed great dissatisfaction with my mother's departure, seemed to have stopped pressuring her. Freed from the constraints of family, my mother's life and career finally got back on track. My mother was already tall and beautiful, a well-known beauty in the county before she married. After arriving in the provincial capital, she quickly gained a reputation in the surrounding community for her attentive service and excellent medical skills. If it weren't for her status as a widow and a Hui Muslim, she probably would have had a line of suitors that could form a reinforced platoon. Later, when I was in third grade, my mother finally saved enough money to buy a two-story shopfront facing the street. The first floor remained her clinic, while the two bedrooms and one living room on the second floor became our living quarters, with each of us having our own room. It was around that time that I gradually noticed some of the uncles around the neighborhood giving my mother strange looks. At first, I didn't quite understand, but later I realized that this kind of look was called lecherous. However, at that time, my understanding of sex was very limited; I only knew that these uncles around my mother definitely had ulterior motives. Of course, perhaps because I was still a child, my mother wasn't very discreet about some of her actions. For example, only I knew that in the hot summer, my mother usually only wore underwear under her short-sleeved white coat, and sometimes she even went braless when she went to the clinic. More than once, while my mother was changing clothes before her morning rounds, she noticed me staring at her body. She would usually just scold me gently, "You little rascal," but more often than not, she would remain silent. As a child with a weak understanding of sexuality, I didn't think much of it, but as I grew older, I realized with a start that my mother was truly capable of what most people couldn't. You see, in the clinic downstairs, there were often more than ten men, women, and children of all ages. That's how my mother's body became the first female body I truly understood. I gradually realized that my mother was absolutely the most beautiful woman around me. Not to mention my female classmates who hadn't yet grown up, even my teachers at school didn't have a figure as near-perfect as my mother's. Especially her firm, full breasts, without any sagging, which completely captivated me. And so, during the winter vacation of sixth grade, when I was 12 years old, I had my first nocturnal emission. That day, I had a wet dream. I dreamt that my mother was having breakfast with me on the second floor of our house. She was only wearing underwear. Her breasts were full, her buttocks were large and white, and her flat stomach had almost no excess fat. As we ate, my mother suddenly started to take off her clothes. Just as she was about to take off her bra so I could get a good look, I suddenly felt my lower body lose control. The unprecedented pleasure from the violent ejaculation woke me up. I didn't quite understand what had happened to me, but I knew that the big sticky puddle on my underwear was probably not a good thing. I groped in the dark, quietly took off my underwear, and got out of bed naked. I didn't want to disturb my mother, so I decided to wash this dirty stuff myself. But just as I quietly went to the bathroom and turned on the tap, the sound of running water woke my mother. "What are you doing?" My mother's words startled me. I turned around sharply and found my mother standing in the bathroom doorway behind me, wearing her pajamas. I noticed my mother didn't seem fully awake. Her beautiful almond-shaped eyes were narrowed, but what really caught my eye were her prominent nipples beneath her pajamas. Remembering my earlier erotic dream, I felt my face flush, and my penis instantly became erect. This made me incredibly embarrassed, still naked. After all, my hands were still washing my underwear, and my erect penis was completely exposed to my mother's gaze. Seeing my expression, my mother suddenly snapped out of it, as if she understood something. I saw her immediately turn and leave the bathroom. Just as I was feeling confused, less than ten seconds later, my mother returned with a new pair of underwear. "Here you go, go back and change into a new pair." My mother told me to dry my hands, handed me the new underwear, and said, "Go back to sleep." I felt my mother glance at my erect penis. I didn't dare say a word, grabbed the underwear, hastily put it on, and ran back to my room. I don't know what I was thinking; my mind felt like a complete mess, and then I fell asleep. Because it was winter break, I slept until nine in the morning on the second day. My mother had already gone downstairs and didn't wake me before eight as usual. My breakfast had already been prepared by my mother, and unlike before, there was an extra egg. I felt uneasy, thinking that my mother must know something. I wolfed down my breakfast and then anxiously watched TV. It wasn't until noon that my mother came back upstairs, handed me a book, and gently patted my head. "It's okay, you're a big kid now. Here, take a good look." I took the book hesitantly, "Human Physiology," a rather thick book. Later, I realized that I had forgotten exactly how I spent those days; I only remembered holding that thick book and reading it diligently for several days. I then understood that what flowed out of my body that night was semen, and that I had experienced nocturnal emission, which is a normal physiological phenomenon. Besides that, I learned a lot more, such as what my penis and testicles, and other male reproductive organs were all about, my puberty, and the female genital atlas that I was most interested in… This thick book gave me almost everything I wanted to know about sex. This excited me immensely, and a week later, on the night my mother took the book back, I had another erotic dream and ejaculated. This dream was similar to the previous one; I dreamt of my mother again. She was facing away from me, and I could clearly see her rounded buttocks and smooth back. My hands trembled as I gently stroked her shoulders. Suddenly, my lower body went out of control again. However, I was no longer nervous. I took off my underwear, and naked, quietly went to the bathroom, threw it in the basin, and changed into a clean pair. The next day, I got up early. Of course, my mother got up much earlier than me. I found that she had already washed the dirty underwear, and it was hanging on the second-floor balcony. My mother didn't seem surprised or show any particular emotion. I felt relieved. At that moment, I suddenly realized that my mother was truly the best mother in the world. Winter passed and spring came. My mother and I lived our lives slowly like this. Soon, I entered junior high school. Perhaps because I developed exceptionally early, or perhaps because I inherited my mother's height genes, my height skyrocketed during junior high. 140, 150, 160, 170... I grew significantly taller almost every semester. By the start of my third year of junior high, at 14 years old, I had already reached 170 cm. Of course, what most people don't know is that, perhaps due to good lifestyle habits, my genitals developed even more remarkably, reaching 15 centimeters in length when fully erect. At this time, various adult novels were circulating among my classmates, of all kinds, including martial arts, urban romance, and of course, incestuous stories. Many classmates started dating early, and some even began to indulge in premarital sex. However, none of this concerned me. Because in my eyes, these female classmates were simply too ugly, and they were completely unsuitable for my mother.There was a way to compare. Yes, after two years, I found my desire for my mother's body had become even more intense. My mother's full breasts, her pert buttocks, her flat stomach, her long legs… almost every week, my mother's body would visit my dreams, haunting me. If it was unconscious at first, now almost every time I had a nocturnal emission, I would put my semen-stained underwear in the bathroom for my mother to see. Of course, my mother would always wash it clean the next day. I felt like I was becoming a pervert. Although my mother never said anything, I could sense that something was changing. This caused me pain, and I began to vent all my desires on my studies. Partly to please my mother, and partly to numb myself and make myself feel at ease. The temporary calm was just preparation for the eruption. Looking back years later, I realized that at that time, my desire for my mother had become increasingly intense. Under the pressure of the high school entrance exam and the inexplicable desire, the Spring Festival arrived. My mother's clinic locked itself and closed early. The occasional sound of firecrackers added to the festive atmosphere. As in previous years, it was just my mother and me this Spring Festival. On this special day, I stopped studying and doing homework and instead helped my mother with chores. We cooked delicious meals while watching TV. Just as we were about to eat, my mother produced a bottle of baijiu (Chinese liquor) from somewhere. "Come on, it's New Year's Day, Mom's happy, have a drink with Mom!" my mother said excitedly. I was a little surprised, but I didn't refuse. Although I had never drunk alcohol before, I knew my mother wasn't a big drinker. "Okay, but I've never drunk alcohol before, so I have to drink slowly, not too fast," my mother agreed. So, in the warm second-floor room, my mother and I poured each other's liquor and sipped it slowly. This was my first time drinking alcohol. The liquor must have been good; it was very strong. After only a short while, I felt a little dizzy. But seeing how happy my mother was, I decided to persevere. I continued chatting and watching TV with my mother. Soon, when the clock struck midnight, the bottle was finished. At this point, I couldn't hold on any longer. After a dizzying spin, I finally lost consciousness. When I woke up again, it was still dark. My head was throbbing, and I was surrounded by darkness, while firecrackers were going off outside the window. I then realized that it must be the morning of the first day of the Lunar New Year. Last night, I had been drinking with my mother all night, and now… I suddenly realized that I wasn't sleeping in my own single bed, but in my mother's double bed. I was completely naked, without even underwear. My mother's scent filled the air. A thought struck me, and I turned my head, and sure enough, I saw my mother sleeping beside me, her shapely body rising and falling rhythmically with her breathing under the covers. "…" My mind went completely blank. I never imagined that the scene I longed for day and night would actually appear before my eyes. I was immediately excited. I carefully moved my body closer to my mother. I could clearly feel that my mother was only wearing a nightgown, without a bra. As for underwear, I didn't have time to think about it at that time. I couldn't remember how long it had been since I slept in the same bed as my mother; it was probably not long after I started elementary school that I began sleeping separately from her. When I touched my mother's bare arm, I dared not think any further, and I couldn't think any further. An irresistible force instantly took over my brain (later I realized, that was the feeling of being driven mad by lust). I pulled my mother into the crook of my right arm, and gently slipped my left hand inside her pajamas, softly kneading those full breasts that I had been dreaming of. "Mom... Mom..." I whispered to my mother. Perhaps because she was drunk, my mother was sleeping soundly and didn't wake up immediately. She just nudged my chest and didn't struggle anymore. I grew bolder and began to imitate what I had seen in movies and on TV, gently kissing her forehead, her cheeks, and her neck. At the same time, I slowly pulled down the straps of her nightgown with my left hand, gently feeling my mother's breasts and her somewhat hard nipples. My tall and fit mother possessed breasts that were equally stunning. I felt that her breasts were full and elastic, and when I gently kneaded them, they felt as soft as water, making me hesitant to use force. I could only carefully caress them with my own small, equally delicate hands, occasionally gently flicking those peanut-sized nipples. In the darkness, my breathing became rapid. I felt that I should suckle those nipples hard. "Oh..." Just as I was immersed in my own happiness, a soft moan escaped my lips. I suddenly realized that my mother in my arms had opened her eyes at some point. My hands stopped moving abruptly, and a cold sweat broke out on my forehead. "Mom..." I whispered to my mother. "Hmm... what are you doing?" Waking up like this seemed to have surprised my mother. She later told me that because we were almost face-to-face in bed, she could clearly feel my breath. At that moment, her mind went blank, and she didn't know how to talk to me. "I want to nurse," I whispered in my mother's ear for some reason. "Then eat..." my mother murmured, but I couldn't tell if her tone was a request, a command, or something else. I didn't know what my mother meant, but I obeyed my body's desire, lowered my head, and in the darkness, took turns putting her already erect nipples into my mouth, gently licking and sucking, afraid of hurting her. My mother held my head, her breathing becoming more and more rapid. I would occasionally look up at my mother, but in the darkness, I couldn't see her expression clearly, only guessing from her increasingly tight grip on her hands. Gradually, I grew bolder. I suddenly looked up and kissed my mother's soft lips. My instincts told me that this was definitely the right thing to do. My mother seemed surprised and somewhat resistant to my actions, her hands weakly pushing against my chest. But she hesitated only for a moment before obediently opening her lips. To my astonishment, I felt her nimble tongue slip into my mouth, chasing my tender tongue, bringing a burning sensation that spread throughout my body. This feeling overwhelmed me. Only then did I realize how captivating kissing could be, even making me tremble. I hugged my mother tightly and kissed her. My mother and I quickly became perfectly in sync, our two nimble tongues like two light, agile snakes, intertwining and dancing. We exchanged saliva generously, entwining ourselves, gently licking every corner of each other's mouths, chasing and playing. My desire continued to rise, my body pressed against my mother relentlessly. I almost lost my mind. My subconscious told me that only my mother's warm body could cool down my boiling desire. Suddenly, my mother rolled over, pinning me beneath her and grabbing my already rock-hard penis. "Don't move!" she gasped, telling me to lie still. Only then did I realize that my mother was completely naked. I saw that she was squatting awkwardly above my hips, and in the dim light, I could see between her legs. Her pubic area seemed clean, without the dark patch of pubic hair I had imagined. Was that my mother's vagina? I wondered silently. Before I could think it through, my mother slowly squatted down towards my penis. A strange sensation surged from the head of my penis, warm, as if breaking through layer after layer of barriers, reaching all the way to the bottom. When my mother sat down completely, my penis seemed to have reached the very end of her vagina. I think I understood something. My mother leaned forward, half-kneeling against my chest, and I could hear her panting in my ears. I couldn't hold back any longer. Waves of pleasure surged from my brain to my limbs, then my limbs gradually weakened, as if all my strength was rapidly converging on my penis. Accompanied by a wave of exhausting pleasure, an unprecedented surge of heat finally erupted from my penis, spraying into my mother's body. Seeing my expression, my mother immediately noticed the change. She lifted her body, and my rapidly softening penis slid out from her lower body. "Silly boy..." my mother patted my belly and murmured, "My son has grown up." I didn't know what to say, so I just lay there dumbly, not moving. My mother reached for some tissues at the bedside and handed them to me. "Here, wipe yourself clean." I said "Okay" and obediently wiped away the sticky fluid from my genitals. I felt very embarrassed. Although I felt that perhaps from tonight onwards, my relationship with my mother should be different, I wasn't quite sure what exactly it should be like. "Mom!" Seeing that my mother had also wiped her genitals clean with tissues, I called out to her somewhat embarrassedly. Actually, I wanted to stay in my mother's bed. After such a night, going back to my own single bed...How could I possibly sleep? My mother hesitated for a moment. "Go to sleep, there's a lot to do tomorrow." I didn't dare say another word, lying obediently on the bed, naked. But the thought of my mother beside me warmed my heart again. "Mom..." I whispered. "What is it?" "I want to nurse." I was getting bolder. "...Then come and nurse." My mother seemed to pause for a moment before agreeing, her voice soft. I happily snuggled into my mother's arms again, taking one of her nipples into my mouth and savoring it, gently kneading it with my hands. My naked penis became erect again, pressing hard against my mother's thigh. My mother didn't move much, just quietly stroking my back. "Nourish...sleep...nourish...sleep..." my mother murmured softly. Perhaps because I was too tired, I actually fell asleep in my mother's arms. The next day, I was awakened again by the noisy sound of firecrackers. Unlike last time, this time it was already bright outside, and my mother had gotten up sometime earlier to prepare a sumptuous breakfast for me. I got dressed and looked at my mother a little nervously. "What are you looking at? Come and eat!" My mother said to me, as usual, a little annoyed. "Oh..." I sat down cautiously and began to eat breakfast. Could everything that happened last night have been a dream? I began to doubt myself, wondering if there was something wrong with my memory. But last night's dream was so real, so real that I could still recall most of the details. But if it wasn't a dream, then... Thinking of this, I couldn't help but secretly look up at my mother. She seemed no different from usual. At this moment, my mother turned her head and looked at me. "What are you looking at, you brat?" Under my gaze, my mother's face actually turned red. I was surprised. "Mom, you look so beautiful." These words just slipped out almost without thinking. My mother's face immediately showed surprise. "Smack!" Then, she smacked me on the head with her chopsticks. "What are you thinking, you brat? Eat your food!" I rubbed my head; it didn't hurt much, but I saw my mother's face turn even redder. That day, nothing else unusual happened between my mother and me. That evening, my mother's clinic locked itself early again. No one seemed to care, as it was New Year's Day. But I knew that my relationship with my mother was different now. After dinner, my mother and I watched TV quietly together, neither of us speaking. My mother held the remote, randomly changing channels. I occasionally peeked at her, but I couldn't discern anything from her face. After all, I was just a boy under 15 at the time, unable to understand a woman's feelings at that age. My mother was 35 years old then, the same age I am now. It wasn't until years later, after I started dating and sleeping with girls of different ages, that I gained a new understanding of my mother's feelings back then. At that time, as a young boy, I was incapable of making any proactive sexual advances towards my beloved mother. I believed that everything should be under her control, and indeed, that was the case. It happened around 9 PM. My mother had already gotten up to wash up in the bathroom, while I remained sitting foolishly on the sofa watching TV. Perhaps it was a sixth sense that told me something was about to happen; I became restless on the sofa. I kept glancing towards the bathroom, listening to the rushing water, feeling a tingling, itchy sensation, as if a thousand ants were crawling all over my heart. My penis was already erect, hard and uncomfortable in my underwear. After what seemed like an eternity, my mother, as usual, emerged from the bathroom wrapped in a white towel. "I'm done," she said, her voice slightly slow. "Go wash up." I responded with an "oh," feeling as if her gaze was fixed on me. I dared not meet her eyes and hurriedly went into the bathroom. The bathroom seemed to still retain her scent, which intensified my erection. I gasped for breath, finally managing to calm myself down. As if possessed, I didn't lock the bathroom door from the inside as I usually did. Maybe…maybe my mother hadn't locked it either. I dared not think further. As I undressed, the warm water flowing from the showerhead, and looking at my erect penis, I felt an urge to release again. It wasn't that I hadn't masturbated before, but the feeling was nothing compared to what my mother had given me last night. Suddenly, I didn't want to masturbate anymore. Facing the bathroom mirror, looking at my erect penis, I vigorously rubbed my skin, as if trying to release all my pent-up desire onto the washcloth. Just as I was releasing in the bathroom, something unexpected happened. The bathroom light suddenly went out. I froze, the room suddenly pitch black. "This isn't a power outage," I quickly realized, because I could hear the television outside. My mother seemed to still be watching TV, which meant it wasn't a power outage. "Was the light bulb broken?" Just as I was wondering, the bathroom door opened, and in the dim light of the television, I saw my mother walk in. "Mom..." I noticed something was wrong with my mother, but when she got close enough, I realized she was completely naked. I was stunned. I had never seen my mother like this before. I even forgot to ask her why the bathroom and living room lights were off. "Turn around," my mother commanded, her voice trembling. I didn't understand why, but my body turned around reflexively. It might have only been two or three seconds, but to me, it felt like an eternity. I felt my mother's soft hands on my back, but they didn't stay long; they quickly slipped under my armpits and touched my chest. Then, my mother's hot body pressed against mine, her back pressed tightly against mine. In those few seconds, I could clearly feel my mother's nipples rubbing and brushing against my chest. I seemed to realize something, and my hands shot out behind me, landing squarely on my mother's firm, round buttocks. I couldn't believe it; the body of my mother, whom I had longed for day and night, was now beside me, and not just in the darkness of the night like last night, but right before my eyes. I lost control of my body; the pent-up energy within me began to erupt uncontrollably. My mother immediately noticed the change in my body. She knelt down and grabbed my throbbing penis from behind, gently kneading it, which made my ejaculation even more intense, wave after wave, seemingly endless. I don't know how much time passed before I finally snapped out of the throbbing pleasure. I couldn't see my mother's expression, but I felt incredibly embarrassed by my behavior. "What a silly little thing," my mother said, standing up and chuckling. "Are you clean? Dry yourself off quickly, come with me." I didn't dare say anything more, just agreed, grabbed a towel, and hastily dried myself before being led away by my mother's hand. Holding my mother's soft hand, I felt a little dizzy, and in a daze, she led me into the bedroom. Without much conversation, my mother and I immediately became intimate on the bed, kissing each other deeply. When her erect nipples brushed against my body, I felt waves of shivering. This intoxicated me, and our bodies quickly became entwined. Without much tenderness, my erect penis smoothly entered my mother's body. Only then did I realize that my mother was already very wet. Unlike last night, this time I was on top, and she was on the bottom. My mother's legs were gently parted, spread on either side of my body. Again, unlike last night, I deeply felt that almost heavenly pleasure. My penis, being a teenager, was very sensitive. I felt that my mother's wet vagina wasn't very tight, but rather, it wrapped around me in perfectly gentle, rhythmic waves, intoxicatingly pleasurable. I began thrusting vigorously, almost instinctively. In the darkness, I heard her breathing heavily, which made me, with almost zero experience, feel uneasy. Just as I decided to slow down, I suddenly felt a violent contraction deep inside her, like a hand gripping my glans. How could a boy possibly endure such stimulation? I ejaculated violently, my body pressed tightly against my mother, wanting to crush her in my arms. The orgasm didn't last long, but it felt like an eternity. This is what sex feels like… I thought to myself. I rolled over and slid off my mother's body, my wet penis sliding out of her vagina. This might not have been the most intense sex, but it was definitely the most psychologically stimulating. After this incestuous act, my mother and I, pinned beneath me, were both drenched in sweat. Perhaps because I ejaculated too quickly, my mother began to comfort me with experience, telling me that boys usually ejaculate quickly the first time, and not to worry. Perhaps because of the mental fatigue from ejaculating repeatedly in such a short time, I actually fell asleep while caressing my mother's round breasts. When I woke up again...Around 7 a.m., the sky was already faintly bright. I was still asleep in my mother's arms. Only then, in the sunlight, could I see my mother's body clearly. Her full breasts showed no signs of sagging even when she was lying flat; they felt plump and soft to the touch. Her two nipples were deep red and large, like two beautiful agates, hard to the touch. I was instantly aroused, and my penis became erect again. I lay on my mother's chest and began to savor her full breasts, sucking on one and then the other, my saliva covering her beautiful nipples. My actions woke my mother. I saw her eyes were still hazy, and she gently stroked my hair, "Eat, eat..." After a while, I rolled onto my mother's body and entered her vagina again. My mother's vagina was still as warm and moist as the night before, tightly enveloping my penis. I looked down and saw that my mother's pubic hair was thick but neatly arranged. My still somewhat immature penis was moving in and out between her slightly reddened labia, coated with her white fluid, which was very stimulating. Perhaps because of the repeated ejaculations, I lasted a long time this time, about ten minutes before finally ejaculating. As before, my body pressed firmly against my mother, and I ejaculated as much semen as possible deep into her body. My mother seemed very satisfied. As I lay flat on the bed, wanting to rest, she rolled over, rested her head on my shoulder, and gently caressed my body. Looking at my mother, I couldn't help but lower my head, kissing her forehead and cheeks while caressing her breasts. Perhaps my kisses tickled my mother, because she laughed and pushed my head away, then sat up on my waist, lowered her head, and kissed my lips. I passively and helplessly endured my mother's kiss. Her tongue entered my mouth immediately, and I instantly recalled that dark night two days ago. I had also extended my tongue, gently biting and sucking on that incomparable tongue, while stroking it with the tip of my tongue and swallowing the fragrant saliva she offered. My eyes widened as I noticed that my mother's eyes were tightly closed, her face flushed, and her full breasts were hovering over my chest. I reached out and tightly grasped her breasts, kneading them somewhat forcefully. My mother pressed my hand even harder against her breasts. Our breathing became rapid, and I felt a little breathless. The feeling of oxygen deprivation made me bite my mother's tongue slightly harder, and the pain made her release her grip. She straightened up, grinning ecstatically, indicating that I had hurt her, but then she pursed her lips and kissed me, gesturing for my lips. In that instant, I accurately deciphered the coded message and thrust my tongue into my mother's mouth. To my surprise, her sucking was even more greedy and forceful than mine, until I felt pain and couldn't help but cry out. Yet she continued to suck, only slightly loosening her grip. "Mom...Mom..." "Mmm...Mmm..." We both groaned incoherently during our passionate kiss. And without realizing it, I had become erect again. Just as I was about to roll over and pin my mother beneath me again, she told me to lie down and not move. I saw my mother begin to gently kiss my body, then slowly straddle me, taking my penis into her body. My mother's movements were gentle, unlike the explosive pleasure I felt. Her soothing movements and controlled rhythm made me feel comfortable, and her slight forward lean allowed me to easily touch her breasts. She gently asked me if it felt good. I said, "Yes, it feels like I'm ascending to heaven, like I'm in paradise." My mother seemed excited after hearing this, but tried her best to control the rhythm of her thrusts. I also tried my best to enjoy my mother's control. We thrust for what seemed like a long time, both enjoying the pleasure of mother-son intimacy, until much later, when I finally ejaculated inside her. That's basically my story with my mother. After that, my mother and I had sex many more times, and our relationship evolved from simple intercourse to mutual oral sex. During my summer vacation when I was 17 and in my second year of high school, I even penetrated my mother's anus. All of this made our interdependent relationship even closer, and we became even more devoted to each other. Of course, that's a story for later. During this time, I slowly realized that my incestuous relationship with my mother was something that couldn't be made public. In the future, no matter what, my only option was to marry another woman and eventually leave my mother completely. Later, I was admitted to university, and I realized that going abroad might be the only way for my mother and me to live together openly. So, I studied even harder and successfully passed the exam to go abroad. My mother, using her status as a migrant worker, also eventually came to live with me. To achieve this, we even changed our ethnicity and my mother's age. And so, we finally began a completely new life in a foreign land… Postscript: This wasn't originally intended to be a pornographic story, so there's very little explicit content. To be precise, it's a short story adapted from a true story that happened to someone I know. When I was young, the father of one of my childhood friends died from alcoholism on the side of a very busy road. When he was found, his body had already been crushed into pieces by passing trucks. His family was indeed Hui. In my memory, his mother, the woman I called Auntie, was very beautiful and never remarried. At that time, I often went to their clinic to play. One day after I started junior high school, he suddenly said to me mysteriously, "So-and-so, do you know what a woman is?" I was completely confused and ignored this weirdo. Back then, my entire being was focused on the soccer field, spending every day playing with my friends, sweating it out. But his words remained etched in my heart. Until one day in high school, when a bunch of us boys were discussing girls, seeing his disdainful expression, I suddenly remembered his words and his beautiful mother, and suddenly understood. Later, I heard that this guy skipped college, passed the TOEFL and GRE, went to faraway America, and became the enviable "other people's child." His mother, through various means, even inexplicably changing her ethnic identity, left China. At that moment, when I recalled his words to me in middle school, I was filled with emotion… Although there's no direct evidence of his relationship with his mother, in my opinion, these things aren't important. What's important is that I firmly believe his mother and he truly loved each other, and that's perhaps what truly matters to them.Up. Our breathing quickened, and I felt a little breathless. The feeling of oxygen deprivation made me bite my mother's tongue slightly harder, and the pain made her release her grip immediately. She straightened up, grinning ecstatically, indicating that I had hurt her, but then she pursed her lips and kissed me, hinting at my lips. In that instant, I accurately deciphered that unspoken hint and slipped my tongue into my mother's mouth. I was surprised to find that my mother's sucking was more greedy and fierce than mine, until I felt pain and couldn't help but cry out, but she still sucked and didn't let go, only slightly loosening her grip. "Mom...Mom..." "Mmm...Mmm..." We were both moaning incoherently during our intense kiss. And I don't know when, but I had become erect again. Just as I was about to roll over and pin my mother down again, she told me to lie down and not move. I saw my mother begin to gently kiss my body, and then slowly straddle me, taking my penis into her body. My mother moved gently. Unlike the intense pleasure I felt, her slow, controlled movements were comforting. Her slight forward lean allowed me easy access to her breasts. She gently asked if I felt good. I said yes, it felt like I was in heaven. My mother seemed excited, yet she tried to control the rhythm of her thrusts. I, too, tried to enjoy her control. We thrust for what seemed like a long time, both enjoying the pleasure of mother-son intimacy, until finally, I ejaculated inside her. That's basically my story with my mother. After that, we had sex many more times. Our relationship evolved from simple intercourse to oral sex. During my 17th summer vacation when I was a sophomore in high school, I even penetrated her anally. All of this made our bond even stronger, our mutual dependence deepened. Of course, that's another story. During this time, I gradually realized that my incestuous relationship with my mother was something that couldn't be made public. No matter what, my only option in the future was to marry another woman and eventually leave my mother completely. Later, I was admitted to university, and I realized that going abroad might be the only way for my mother and me to live together openly. So, I studied even harder and successfully entered the country. My mother, using her status as a migrant worker, also eventually came to live with me. For this, we even changed our ethnicity and my mother's age. And so, we finally began a new life in a foreign land… Postscript: This wasn't originally intended to be a pornographic story, so there's very little explicit content. To be precise, it's a short story adapted from a true story that happened to someone I know. When I was young, the father of one of my childhood friends died from alcoholism by a busy roadside. When he was found, his body had been crushed to pieces by passing trucks. His family was indeed Hui. In my memory, his mother, the woman I called Auntie, was very beautiful and never remarried. Back then, I often went to their family clinic to play. One day in junior high, he suddenly said to me mysteriously, "So-and-so, do you know what a woman is?" I was completely confused and ignored this weirdo. At that time, I was completely focused on the soccer field, sweating it out with my friends every day from dawn till dusk. But his words were always imprinted in my mind. Until one day in high school, when a bunch of us boys were discussing what girls were like, seeing his disdainful expression, I suddenly remembered his words and his beautiful mother, and suddenly I understood. Later, I heard that this guy passed the TOEFL and GRE exams without graduating in his senior year of college, went to the faraway United States, and became the "other people's child" that everyone envied. His mother, through various means, even inexplicably changing her ethnic identity, left China. At this moment, when I recall what he whispered to me in junior high school, I couldn't help but feel a surge of emotions... Although there is no direct evidence to prove the relationship between him and his mother, in my opinion, these things are not important. What is important is that I firmly believe that he and his mother truly love each other, and perhaps that is what truly matters to them.Up. Our breathing quickened, and I felt a little breathless. The feeling of oxygen deprivation made me bite my mother's tongue slightly harder, and the pain made her release her grip immediately. She straightened up, grinning ecstatically, indicating that I had hurt her, but then she pursed her lips and kissed me, hinting at my lips. In that instant, I accurately deciphered that unspoken hint and slipped my tongue into my mother's mouth. I was surprised to find that my mother's sucking was more greedy and fierce than mine, until I felt pain and couldn't help but cry out, but she still sucked and didn't let go, only slightly loosening her grip. "Mom...Mom..." "Mmm...Mmm..." We were both moaning incoherently during our intense kiss. And I don't know when, but I had become erect again. Just as I was about to roll over and pin my mother down again, she told me to lie down and not move. I saw my mother begin to gently kiss my body, and then slowly straddle me, taking my penis into her body. My mother moved gently. Unlike the intense pleasure I felt, her slow, controlled movements were comforting. Her slight forward lean allowed me easy access to her breasts. She gently asked if I felt good. I said yes, it felt like I was in heaven. My mother seemed excited, yet she tried to control the rhythm of her thrusts. I, too, tried to enjoy her control. We thrust for what seemed like a long time, both enjoying the pleasure of mother-son intimacy, until finally, I ejaculated inside her. That's basically my story with my mother. After that, we had sex many more times. Our relationship evolved from simple intercourse to oral sex. During my 17th summer vacation when I was a sophomore in high school, I even penetrated her anally. All of this made our bond even stronger, our mutual dependence deepened. Of course, that's another story. During this time, I gradually realized that my incestuous relationship with my mother was something that couldn't be made public. No matter what, my only option in the future was to marry another woman and eventually leave my mother completely. Later, I was admitted to university, and I realized that going abroad might be the only way for my mother and me to live together openly. So, I studied even harder and successfully entered the country. My mother, using her status as a migrant worker, also eventually came to live with me. For this, we even changed our ethnicity and my mother's age. And so, we finally began a new life in a foreign land… Postscript: This wasn't originally intended to be a pornographic story, so there's very little explicit content. To be precise, it's a short story adapted from a true story that happened to someone I know. When I was young, the father of one of my childhood friends died from alcoholism by a busy roadside. When he was found, his body had been crushed to pieces by passing trucks. His family was indeed Hui. In my memory, his mother, the woman I called Auntie, was very beautiful and never remarried. Back then, I often went to their family clinic to play. One day in junior high, he suddenly said to me mysteriously, "So-and-so, do you know what a woman is?" I was completely confused and ignored this weirdo. At that time, I was completely focused on the soccer field, sweating it out with my friends every day from dawn till dusk. But his words were always imprinted in my mind. Until one day in high school, when a bunch of us boys were discussing what girls were like, seeing his disdainful expression, I suddenly remembered his words and his beautiful mother, and suddenly I understood. Later, I heard that this guy passed the TOEFL and GRE exams without graduating in his senior year of college, went to the faraway United States, and became the "other people's child" that everyone envied. His mother, through various means, even inexplicably changing her ethnic identity, left China. At this moment, when I recall what he whispered to me in junior high school, I couldn't help but feel a surge of emotions... Although there is no direct evidence to prove the relationship between him and his mother, in my opinion, these things are not important. What is important is that I firmly believe that he and his mother truly love each other, and perhaps that is what truly matters to them.

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